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Getting down to business

I was about to leave the house to meet a friend for coffee [yes – surprising as it may seem, I do have a friend or two] when the phone rang. I very pleasant young [sounding] lassie wanting me to fix her email. I explained as quickly as I could – I was running late – that I gave up that side of the business years ago. Purely out of interest though I thought I would investigate jst to see why she thought I would be able to help.

So after a very pleasant couple of coffees, a smoke and a chat in the winter sunshine I thought I would nip over to the hardware place in Skobieville to avail of OAP day. They automatically give a 10% discounts to all over 60s on a Thursday. Not sure I’ll try that again as for some reason the place was packed with old farts blocking all the aisles.

Eventually I got home and thought I would explore the little email problem that wasn’t my problem. But before I could do that I received an email from another old customer saying his website was down!

To those who aren’t familiar with my history, I used to run a little business doing all sorts of Interwebby shit but I closed it down some years ago as it becoming too successful. I rarely got a moment’s peace with people wanting me to do this, that and whatever else took their fancy. It was a massive relief to shed that lot. And suddenly in the space of a few hours I get two old clients contacting me out of the blue wanting me to sort their problems? There’s something very weird going on here?

Maybe the Great White Rabbit in the sky is trying to tel me something?

I’m starting to think this ‘work thingy’ is overrated. Seriously considering retirement and downsizing. Somewhere quiet where I don’t have to interact with the heaving masses. Sounds like a plan. Dotage beckons like a beckony thing. Perchance to read and write at will. Just need to convince the missus.

Are you sure it’s not the Russians, who have returned to bombard me with hits today? (The Russians are appearing in Real Time on Google Analytics, but their visits are not registering in the daily totals)

Or, even worse, are you sure it’s not Simpershadow?

(The hour and a half sat in the sunshine was considerably more pleasant than the business of the afternoon)